Title: comme il faut
Fandom: Cory in the House
Genre: post-series, AU
Rating: T/PG-13
Summary: Sophie Martinez wasn't 'America's Angel' anymore. Not that anyone still called her that, except for the occasional drunken frat boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cory in the House.
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to Crystalized Chaos for being the first review for both of my Cory in the House stories and for leaving such awesome reviews! You made my day. : D

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terra incognita

Chapter Two

It was the first Thursday of the school year and Jess, Sophie's sorority sister and roommate, had plans to party and somehow they involved Sophie.

"C'mon, Sophie, don't you want to go out?" Jess whined.

"Not really," She typed away on her laptop, trying to ignore her roommate.

"I know you don't have any work to do, you're freakishly up-to-date."

"Foiled again," Sophie muttered then looked up at Jess, "I don't like going to frat parties."

Jess pouted at her, "Please?" Just this once?"

Sophie sighed, "That's a lie, but fine."

"Yay! You're the bestest, Sophie," Jess hugged her, then went to Sophie's closet to pick her out an outfit.

"Some English major you are," Sophie laughed, "I can pick out my own clothes, thank you muchly."

Jess rolled her eyes, "You layer too much, we want sexy clothes."

"I have sexy clothes!" Sophie said indignantly

"Yeah, you just put other stuff on top of them," Jess patiently explained, "Here this is cute," she held up a pink lace top.

"It's too cold out for that," Sophie said matter-of-factly and at Jess's look, defended, "What? I get cold easily!"

"Well, too bad, you're wearing this and," Jess quickly flicked through the hanging jeans, "these, they're cute," she explained at Sophie's look.

"They're kinda small on me."

Jess sighed, "That means they'll fit you. I don't know why you get jeans just a little too big for you."

"I do not," Sophie said and was quickly cut off:

"Whatever. Put them on. I'll be right back, Sara's got an eye shadow that's perfect for you," Jess hurried out of their room

Sophie sighed, but dutifully got dressed in the clothes Jess picked out for her. When Jess returned, she brought some of their other sisters and Sophie had to endure them debating what make-up she should wear and then who would put it on.

"I can put on my own make-up, thank you!"

She was ignored and Dani put it on instead.

Half an hour after caving to Jess's pleading, Sophie was ready and dragged out of the house before she could tell Jess that she had changed her mind.

Sophie rubbed her arms, "It's freezing out here, Jess!"

"Oh hush, you're fine," Jess shook her head, "Besides the frat we're going to is just up the street. It's Bill's frat."

"I didn't know you were dating a frat boy."

Jess shrugged, "He's nice."

The two soon were at the frat house. Jess led the way to where Bill and some of the brothers were.

"Hey baby," he said, wrapping an arm around Jess.

"Hey," she kissed him, "This is my roommate, Sophie."

"Hey," one of Bill's brothers winked.

Sophie resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Hi," she said sardonically, then turned to Jess, "You wanna dance?"

"Sure," Jess grinned, bringing Bill with them.

The group made their way to the house basement. The music was too loud and was horrible in Sophie's opinion, but still she danced to it. She avoided the random guys who tried to come up behind her, often looking to Jess and Bill for help.

Sometime later, Jess leaned close and still had to talk-yell, "Bill and I are gonna go upstairs."

"I'll come with, it's really warm down here."

"No, upstairs."

"Oh," Sophie felt embarrassed and a bit annoyed, "I'll just head back then."

"Do you want us to walk back with you?" Jess questioned.

"Nah, I'll be fine," Sophie assured, then followed them to the first floor. Before she could even get close to the front door, the brother who had winked at her before came over, "Hey, Sophie right?"

"Yeah, Sophie Martinez."

"Rob Saunders," he said, checking her out, "Martinez like that president's daughter?"

Sophie stifled a sigh, she hated this question, "Yeah, that's my dad."

"So you're 'America's Angel,'" Rob said, the sentence rife with innuendo.

"Yeah, and I'm also leaving, bye," Sophie said annoyed, then pushed past Rob and out of the frat house.

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Word Count: 664
Date Written: 12.5-6.2007